Saturday, September 4, 2010

"Lessons of the Popol Vuh" pt. 3

First the animals were put upon the Earth. But they lacked the ability to say prayers or praise, there Creators. Nor could they count the days. Next came Mud Man, molded from the clay of the Earth. He also couldn't say praises to the Creator. Nor could he count the days. So the animals were left to be eaten. And Mud Man was destroyed. Now we come to the creation of Wooden Man. Mud Man was the creation of Maker, Modeler, Bearer and Begetter. With there failure, they knew they needed help. Now from the Popol Vuh.

Then comes the naming of those who are the Midmost Seers (prophet):
"Grandmother of Day, Grandfather of Light", (for as long as day, or light exist, or may exist) as the Maker, Molder called them. These are names of Xpiyacoc, Xmucane.
When Hurricane (the "God" who causes rain and floods) had spoken with the "Sovereign Plumed Serpent" (one of the "Gods" in or on the primordial sea), they invoked the daykeepers, diviner, the midmost seers:
There is yet to find, yet to discover how we are to mold a person, construct a person again, a provider, nurturer, so that we are called upon and we are recognized: our recompense (reward) is in words.

Midwife, matchmaker,
our grandmother, our grandfather, Xpiyacoc, Xmucane,
let there be planting, let there be the dawning
of our invocation, our sustenance (food, support), our recognition by the human work, the human design,
the human figure, the human form.
So be it, fulfill your names:
Hanahpu Possum, Hunahpu Coyote,(magicians)
Bearer twice over, Begetter twice over,
lapidary, jeweler,
sawyer, carpenter,
plate shaper, bowl shaper,
incense maker, master craftsman ( master of mechanical arts)
Grandmother of Day, Grandmother of Light.

'You have been called upon, because of our work, our design. Run your hands over the kernels of corn, over the seeds of the coral tree, just get it done, just let it come out whether we should carve and gouge a mouth, a face in wood,' they told the daykeepers. (counting days with coral seeds for the divinatory calender, Xpiyacoc, Xmucane)
And then comes the borrowing, the counting of days; the hand is moved over the corn kernels, over the coral seeds, the days, the lots.
Then they spoke to them, one of them a grandmother, one of them a grandfather.
This is the grandfather, this is the master of the coral seeds: Xpiyacoc is his name.
And this is the grandmother, the day keeper, diviner who stands behind others: Xmucane is here name.
And they said, as they sat out the days:

'Just let it be found, just let it be discovered,
say it, our ears is listening.
may you talk, may you talk,
just find the wood for carving and sculpting
by the builder, sculptor.
Is this to be the provider, the nurturer
when it comes to the planting, the drawing?
You corn kernel, you coral seeds,
you days, you lots:
may you succeed, may you be accurate.'

they said to the corn kernels, coral seeds, days, lots. 'Have shame, you up there, Heart of Sky: attempt no deception before the mouth and face of the Sovereign Plumed Serpent' they said. Then they spoke straight to the point:
'It is well that there be your manikins, woodcarvings, talking, speaking, there on the face of the Earth.'
'So be it' they replied. The moment they spoke it was done: the manikins, woodcarvings, human in looks and in human speech.
This was the peopling of the face of the Earth:
They came into being, they multiplied, they had daughters, they had sons, these manikins, woodcarvings. But there was nothing in there hearts, nothing in there minds, no memory of the mason and builder. They just went and walked where ever they wanted. Now they did not remember the Heart of Sky.
And so they fell, just an experiment and just a cutout for humankind. They were talking at first, but there faces were dry. They were not yet developed in the legs and arms. They had no blood, no lymph (colourless fluid from the tissues of the body). They had no sweat , no fat. There complexions were dry, there faces were crusty. They flailed there legs and arms, there bodies were deformed.
And so they accomplished nothing before the Maker, Molder who gave them birth, gave then heart. They became the first numerous people here on the face of the Earth.

Again there comes humiliation, destruction, and demolition. The manikins, woodcarvings were killed when the Heart of Sky devised a flood for them. A great flood for them. A great flood was made; it came down on the heads of the manikins and woodcarvings.
The man's body was carved from the wood of the coral tree by the Maker, Modeler. And as for the woman, the Maker, Modeler needed the hearts of bulrushes for the women's body. They were not competent, nor did they speak before the builder and sculptor who made them and brought them forth and so they were killed, done in by a flood.
Then came a rain of resin from the sky.
There came the one named Gouger of Faces: he gouged out there eyeballs.
There came a Sudden Bloodletter: he snapped off there heads.
There came Crushing Jaguar: he ate there flesh.
There came Tearing Jaguar: he tore them apart.

They were pounded down to the bones and tendons, smashed and pulverized even to the bones. There faces were smashed because they were incompetent before there mother and there father, the Heart of Sky, named Hurricane. The Earth was blackened because of this; the black rain storm began, rain all day, rain all night. Into there house came animals small and great. There faces were crushed by things of wood and stone. Everything spoke: there water jars, there tortilla griddles, there plates, there cooking pots, there dogs, there grinding stones, each and everything crushed there faces. There dogs and turkeys told them.
'You caused this pain, you ate us, but now it is you whom we shall eat'. And this grinding stone stone:

'We were undone because of you.'
Everyday, every day,
in the dark, in the dawn, forever,
r-r-rip, r-r-rip,
r-r-rip, r-r-rip,
rite in our faces, because of you,

'This was the service we gave you , when you were still people, but today you will learn our power. We shall pound and we shall grind your flesh,' there grinding stones told them.'
And this is what there dogs said, when they spoke in there turn:
'Why is it you can't seem to give us our food? we just watch and you just keep us down and throw us around. You keep a stick ready, when you eat, just so you can hit us. We don't talk, so we received nothing from you. How could you have not known? You did know that we were wasting away there, behind you.
So this very day you will taste the teeth in our mouths. We shall eat you,' there dogs told them, and there faces were crushed.
And then there tortilla griddles and cooking pots spoke to them in turn:
'Pain that's all you've done for us. Our mouths are sooty, our faces are sooty. By setting us on the fire all the "Time", you burn us. Since we felt no pain, you try it. we shall burn you.' All there cooking pots said, crushing there faces.
The stone there hearthstones were shooting out , coming rite out of the fire, going for there heads, causing them pain. Now they run for it helter-shelter.
They want to climb up on the houses, but they fall as the houses collapse.
They want to climb the trees; they're thrown off by the trees.
They wast to go inside cave, but the caves slam in there faces.
Such was the scattering of the human work and human design. The people were ground down, and over thrown. The mouth and faces of all of them were destroyed and crushed. And it used to be said that the monkeys in the forest today are signs of this. They were left as a sign because wood alone was used for there flesh by the builder and sculptor.
So this is why monkeys look like people: they are a sign of a previous human work, human design-mere manikins, mere woodcarvings.

Here is a perfect example of why there have been several. Comings and goingings of mankind. From the Hopi to Eastern religions. Mankind is always punished for the repeated failings to under stand who they are. And who created them. Before each meal, small event in your life. Take a short moment, put your hands in the sky. And thank those above, for you life, your food, your shelter.
"God" bless bye

No comments: